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There is a story, one among many others. Or, in other words, there is a world.

Maybe it's too hard to get into it.

So, here we are. Beyond the double doors in a giant city, in the great chamber of marble and aquamarine glass.

Row after row of tables, with a few ponies who lay behind them: they read, check the notes, look at translucent images. Sometimes they stand up for short walk or for a quick exchange with another pony.

One of them, pale blue unicorn mare, invites you to come in and go deeper.